I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his pestilent scythe.


Twenty-three plays of William Shakespeare (ed. 1942)


I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.